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Her arms wrap around my neck, her face tilting for me in a silent demand.
Yes!
I’m all too happy to oblige, stroking my tongue against the seam of her full, plump lips until she opens her mouth and allows me in.
I don’t hesitate for even a millisecond.
Our tongues meet in a hot, wet sweep, making me groan. We sink deeper into this moment, this abyss where time warps and the world fades away.
Ella gives as good as she gets, her passion fueling me. Fireworks explode inside me, my cock hardening to near painful levels.
Her mouth moves fluidly with mine. Tiny whimpers escape her throat, and I eagerly swallow every single one.
Heaven—this is it.
Since I saw Ella at that hotel in Sicily, I’ve wanted nothing else than to hold her in my arms. Now, as the veil of fantasy lifts, the reality before me exceeds even my most vivid imaginings. The sheer intensity of our connection overwhelms my senses with a depth I never thought possible.
“Fuck,” I groan, pushing my hips into hers.
Ella’s hands roam over my shoulders and back. I wish there was nothing between us, our skins touching and exploring.
Our magnetic pull intensifies as if gravity itself conspires to bring us together. Every contour and curve of her figure finds its rightful place against my own.
Our heartbeats synchronize, merging us into a single unit.
“Ade,” she moans, breathless.
I can only grunt and kiss her harder, my grip on her tightening, my touch possessive.
She’s mine. Whether or not she likes it.
“I love my name on your lips. I want to hear you scream it when I make you come.”
My mouth travels to her neck, giving her a reprieve to draw in some much-needed air.
Then a loud, shrill beeping shreds the tranquillity surrounding us.
We freeze, turning to a stone statue of a couple in a passionate embrace as we strain our ears to hear.
“What was that?” Ella asks, her breath coming out in pants, forming delicate puffs of vapor that linger in the crisp air.
I frown, reluctantly pulling away.
“Was it your phone?” she wonders. “I guess down here you’ve got reception.”
She blinks in confusion as reality comes crashing back. I’m still in a daze, as if woken up mid-dream.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I study her. Thank fuck, I see no regret in her eyes, only hunger and desire to match my own.
She’s a sight to behold. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses and her hair a tangled mess.
She never looked more beautiful.
“You better check your phone. If it wasn’t yours, then somebody else is here watching us, and I don’t like that idea.”
She looks around nervously, as if expecting someone to jump out from behind a tree.
I scan our environment but spot no one. Pulling my phone from my pocket, we’re greeted with a red blinking message light.
